Chapter 60 âYour room is so impersonal,â I comment, looking around. It was modern and designed carefully, but bland. There were a few frames here and there, but it looked like a vampire or a serial killer had tried to personalise a showpiece by adding the ghost of a human touch.
âWe can make any change to it that you like,â Gabriel replied whale nuzzling his neck to my forehead sleepily, and it made me tickle.
The sex we just had shouldâve made my buzz go away, but instead, it just made me feel high. Iâd never had drunk sex before, and it was.. wow. Everything was heightened, and I still wasnât tired. Gabriel wasnât a big on cuddles but he had caged me in his arms so Iâm guessing that had more to do with the fact that I wouldnât run away and do something s*upid if he falls asleep next to me, because while I had been sleeping just fine every day, my husband had been pulling many all nighters..
He was tired. And I was like his toddler on sugar rush that was keeping him up by rambling about every thought that ever came to me. Admittedly, he was pretending to listen to me rather patiently, instead of just dozing off.
âI think your house is impersonal. I poked his nose, and he grudgingly opened his eyes.
âPlease.â He scoffed. âMy house is beautifulâ
âYeah, beautiful like a showpiece. Like youâve taken a page out of Vogue magazine and brought it to reality.â I tell him, âThereâs nothing that makes it seem like it belongs to you. Except your momâs paintings, I think thatâs a nice touch.â
âFirst of all, I would never make my house from what they show in Vogue. Thatâs too mainstream.â He moves a little away from me, as if realising that I wonât let him sleep till I sleep, and thatâs not happening anytime soon. I frown, missing his touch on me almost immediately. âSecondly, these paintings Iâve put up are horrendous.â
My hand covers my mouth dramatically. âDid you just call your momâs paintings horrendous?â
âThey are.â
âDo you also think my paintings are horrendous?â My eyes narrow at him.
âBaby, I think youâre Pica*s*âs rebirth.â
âI like Van Gogh more.â
âBecause he was crazy like you?â
My mouth hangs open. He laughs at his own joke while I hit him on his chest, and easily holding my hands apart me close again, entrapping me in his arms.
âAnything you do is a masterpiece, he promises sincerely.
I sigh, letting a little smile slip by. âWhy do you like me so much?â
âBecause youâre pretty. He kisses my nose again. âBecause youâre kind.â He kisses my left eye. âBecause youâre very gener He kisses my right eye. âBecause youâre a good baker.â He kisses my left cheek. âBecause youâre a good painter. He kisses n right cheek. âBecause youâre such a good addition to my office. He kisses my forehead. âAnd, because youâre my wife. He kisses my lips and the feathery feeling of so many quick kisses makes me ticklish enough to laugh.
âAs much as I loved this answer,â I played with the buttons of his shirt, âI meant you hated me at first. What made you change your mind?
âMin. I guess I had sex with you and I ve been obsessed ever since he joked, and I giggle again.
âBy the way, I asked about your ringâ He adds as if he just remetebered, âI mean, the one that you bought for meâ
1/2 Chapter 60 You did!â
Yeah. They said they messed up some engraving. Theyâll deliver it in a couple weeksâ
âThey told you I asked them to engrave something?â I frown âSouch for a surpriseâ
âOnly that,â he promises. âNot what the engraving isâ
âHimâ
âYou want to sleep now?
I shake my head.
âWhy not. Freckles?â
âYou like my Freckles 1 look up at him.
I love them. He wipes a thumb on the faint freckles scattered around the bridge of my nose and top of my cheeks. âItâs the first thing I noticed about you when I saw you in your room, and all I could think is why did you cover it during the wedding? Theyâre pretty âWell, I guess the make up artists your family hired for me didnât think my freckles fit in your million dollar society.â
âNonsense. His thumb trailed down my chin, âThey were just jealous they didnât have it.â
Zittle, but it fades away soon as a looming thought settles in âI feel scared, Ca a âOf what, sweetheart?â
I continue playing with his shirt buttons. âSometimes When Iâm out in public without you, I feel watched. Maybe Iâm just paranoid, but I feel it all the time, and I feel scared âItâs just your bodyguard watching you, Freckles.â
âMaybe.â I nod. âWhen I was taken, they drugged me and they.. they didnât know I was awake so I pretended to be asleep. 1. 1.
had to pretend to be okay with their touch so they donât drug me again. So I could be aware of what theyâre doing to me.â
I could feel him stiffen with every word I said. âThey touched you... inappropriately?â
âA little.â I nod, âBut it was only words mostly, of what they would do to me.â
His breathing turns haphazard. âThe man who was with you, he ran before I got to you. We captured his partner, the who came to collect the money. Freckles, I have broken every bone in his body that there is to break. He has screame hundred times more than you, and he will live the left of his life in that pain because he dared to put his filthy hands a I promise.
âHe was the good one, I think.â I say, carefully. âHe kept telling the other guy to not touch me and stay away from me. The one who stayed with me though, seemed like he had a personal vendetta against you. He kept saying how you and your family ruined him and this is his revenge. At least I think. Everything is just a blur.â
âDonât think about it,â he says, kissing my forehead, his hold on the tightening. âThe best detectives in town are trying to find the other guy and I will not stop till I have his head on a platter in front of you, okay?â
I nod, pulling the smile back to my lips, even as fake as it was. âThatâs not all Iâm scared of âThen what is it, baby?â
âEvery time Iâve been happy, Iâve lost it.â I told him. âFirst, my Gundma. Then, my parents. Then, Grandpa got cancer. And Chapter 60 when I was just learning to be happy here, Lily happened.â
âFreckles, I am so sorry about what happened to you in the past. He says, âBut now youâre with me and I will do everything in my power to make sure you are always happy. Always, okay?â
âYou wonât go back to Lily?â I ask in a small voice, risking how insecure I sounded, forwarding my pinking finger like a little. girl.
âI wonât.â He promises me nonetheless, linking his finger with mine and pulling it to his lips to kiss my knuckles. âCross my heartâ